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“Hey, Jazz, I got a question for you.”
“Yeah, go for it.”The visored mech tossed his stylus onto the desk and focused on Kup.
“How informal is our arrangement these days?” The older mech stepped into the black and white mech’s tiny office so that the door would close behind him.
“Well, I ain't gonna ask for money. Ever.” Jazz leaned back in his chair and studied the other mech’s face, trying to figure out what Kup was getting at. “I was kind of just letting the rest happen.”
“So, you wouldn't be offended if I wanted to take you out for drinks and dancing?”
“Not in a thousand vorns.”
“And if I wanted to give you a goodnight kiss at your door?” Kup stepped closer, looking down at the shorter mech hopefully.
Jazz felt his lips tingle slightly at the thought of Kup kissing him. He smiled up at the teal mech. “You ain't gotta wait for goodnight.”
“Oh good.” the older mech leaned across Jazz’s desk and pressed his lips softly to the saboteur’s. “Pick you up at the end of your shift?”
“It's a date.”